Alek shakes his head in negative.

"Not that I've met. Our species isn't ... looked upon favorably, where I'm from." That's the best way that he can put it. Chicago was friendlier than most places, accepting people of all species, but there was inevitably a ladder in the social politics of things, and werewolves were at the very bottom of the totem pole, only surpassed by demons. "It was mostly just me and my brothers. There's ... six of us."

So, y'know, he was never lacking in werewolf interaction or anything. But it's cool to meet a werewolf that isn't blood-related.